164: Is It Wrong to Stick It in Crazy?
“T-thanks,” Beatrice said with a sigh after Ember closed the door behind them. The door did not completely block out the moans coming from the room, however, as Rafaelia seemed to have taken Ember’s task as a challenge.
“Sure, it looked like you wanted a quick break,” Ember said and gestured Beatrice forward. “It would be a bad idea to get on Y'Shtara's bad side while we stay here, so we most definitely need to check how much of that horny fox's noise gets through the floors and walls here, knowing how wild you get when you let loose."
Beatrice blushed, and said, “I can still hear the noise coming from all the racket down below.”
“That will help, yes,” Ember agreed, hearing the laughter and yelling from the drunks on the first floor. “And the guys that are will be staying on the third floor are currently getting wasted down in the common room, so they won't be an issue in the near future.”
“But that girl... Her parents did a number on her,” Beatrice said as they walked toward the stairs. “Has everyone lost their minds here?”
“No,” Ember said flatly. “But this place is far from ideal for growing up. And it will get worse if things don’t improve soon.”
“What can we even do with her?” Beatrice thought out loud. “She’s too unpredictable to keep around. Too dangerous to leave. After all, she did manage to kill three men and escape. And who knows what she’d do if she viewed us as ‘traitors’!”
“Oh?” Ember seemed surprised. “If that’s how you see her, then the course of action is obvious. Killing her here would be a bad idea, but disposing of her during the fights would be a simple task. Though I am surprised about your attitude toward the girl.”
“What do you mean?” Beatrice asked Ember as they went down the stairs to the second floor. “She conspired to kill her parents, abusive as they were if we are to even trust a word she says. But then she pretended to be in grief about it, and now described it all as if it did not even concern her!”
“And you still seemed to barely keep yourself from jumping her,” Ember pointed out with a smile while they went to the second last room in the hall.
“T-that’s... Because... When I see a hot... The way she acted...” Beatrice tried to rationalize her reactions to herself more than to Ember. “I’ve also never thought that... Cat girls... Fox girls! Those were supposed to be just some sick fantasies of sad otakus, not a real-life sexy... Bah!”
“O-otak... What?” Ember clearly didn’t understand.
“Nevermind,” Beatrice cut off that line of thought and cleared her throat. “A-anyway, it was simply a momentary lapse of judgment! I’m not that desperate to screw anything that moves!”
“You’re not?” Ember seemed surprised.
“No!”
“But in order to regain your full powers, I thought it was best to waste no opportunity that presented itself? You are getting stronger by the hour, that much I can see. Why would you care by what means you attain your powers when the entire world is at stake?”
Good point, Beatrice thought, but then shook her head and said, “In a city like this, it is stupidly easy for me to have sex as much as I want without the need to entangle myself with unpredictable, unstable crazies that show no emotions about killing their parents and might change their allegiance at a moment’s notice!”
“Strange,” Ember said as she put her hand on the handle of a door. “You didn’t seem to mind double-teaming Tabitha in every hole until she passed out and turning her into your personal fuck-toy despite all the self-destructive tendencies that one has. Not to mention that she entered her “relationship” with you by killing her previous fuck-buddy without batting an eye and betraying her one remaining teammate.”
“That...” Beatrice didn’t have an answer to that one. “I... I was exceptionally... Aroused! So soon after the summoning, I wasn’t thinking straight and—”
“Why are you making excuses?” Ember asked, turned the handle, and pushed the door open to a ready but vacant room, nearly identical to the one they left Rafaelia in.
Huh? Wait, why am I? Beatrice wondered while Ember entered the room, realizing how weak-minded that sounded. What exactly is wrong with fucking a sexy fox girl if she’s literally asking for it? She wanted it, I wanted it. Who was I trying to impress?
Beatrice went into the room where Ember was looking at the corner between the wall and the ceiling, listening to the faint but recognizable sounds of a girl in heat.
“I’m here to protect you and help your powers grow,” Ember said. “And I’d gladly dispose of both Olivia and Tabitha, and this latest slut too, but not because there’s anything wrong with you using them to further your goals or just have some fun with them. I just see no reason to keep around useless or untrustworthy baggage. At least, I thought Olivia wasn’t trustworthy, but it turned out that she’s simply useless.”
That’s right, in the first place I came here to have fun! Beatrice reminded herself. Life here is horrible for nearly everyone, no wonder so many of them end up messed up! If I want to help them that much and as soon as possible, I should use every opportunity to get stronger!
What was I even thinking? Beatrice felt like slapping herself for subjecting herself to some ludicrous societal values from her past life of a “morally righteous individual”, that only amounted to pretending to be someone that no one wanted her to be, including Beatrice herself.
Give that slut exactly what she wants, get stronger, and then take care of those cannibalistic sub-human walking garbage! Everybody wins! So what if she killed her parents? Why should she feel remorse if they were abusive, drunkard murderers that led to her turning out the way she did in the first place?
Beatrice walked up to Ember, gave her a kiss on the lips and said, “Thank you!”
“H-huh? For what?” Ember asked with a smile.
“For pointing out how silly I was,” Beatrice said in graditude.
“S-sure,” Ember said, blushing slightly.
Surprised by at the unusual response from her bodyguard, Beatrice started to wonder how often Ember actually heard the words “thank you” toward her in a genuine way or received any form of kindness in this harsh world.
“Sometimes you worry too much,” Ember said, looking away for a moment. “Besides, as far as the High Priest Lucarad or even the king himself are concerned, if it meant you saving this world while making them more powerful by proxy, they wouldn’t give the slightest fuck about who you had to fuck, kill, or both. That man even offered you his daughter for a laugh, after all.”
“I’m not as morally bankrupt as that crazy, drug-addled, perverted madman,” Beatrice said. Not that bankrupt.
“B-bank-rupt?” Ember asked, not understanding the word.
“Nevermind,” Beatrice said and shook her head. “But stop calling Olivia and Tabitha ‘useless’.”
“Speaking of useless, why not hold a contest between the three useless sluts?” Ember suggested. “A match to the death! The strongest one gets to stay with us and might even be of some remote use in the fight against Belmot. You don’t really need all three to fuck, anyway!”
“Absolutely not!” Beatrice refused, but it wasn’t just her voice that echoed through the room. The succubus turned around and saw Olivia and Tabitha, standing in the doorway behind her.